Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Гвоздь

You were afraid of my love in vain, -
Not so much I love!
It was enough for me to see you
To meet your smile.

And if you went to another
Or was it just unknown where,
That was enough for me. what's yours
The cloak hung from a nail.

When is our passing guest.
You rushed away, looking for a new fate.
It was enough for me that the nail
Remained after the cloak.

The flow of days, the rustle of years, -
Fog, wind and rain ...
And the event in the house is not worse:
A nail was pulled out of the wall!

Fog, and wind, and the sound of rain ...
The course of days. rustle of years ...
It was enough for me that from the nail
There is a small trace left.

When the trace of the nail disappeared
Under the brush of an old painter, -
It was enough for me that the trail
The nail was visible - yesterday.

You were afraid of my love in vain
Not so much I love!
It was enough for me to see you.
To meet your smile!

And in the warm wind to catch again -
Either crying violins, or brass timpani ...
And what will I have from this?
That you - do not understand.